Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

1,003 карма
Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) was an American poet, novelist, and playwright of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
Все работыПоиск

Emancipation

от·
Fling out your banners, your honors be bringing,
Raise to the ether your paeans of praise
Strike every chord and let music be ringing
Celebrate freely this day of all days
Читать дальше

The Farm House By The River

от·
I know a little country place Where still my heart doth linger, And o'er its fields is every grace Lined out by memory's finger
Back from the lane where poplar grew And aspens quake and quiver, There stands all bath'd in summer's glow A farm ...
Читать дальше

If I Could But Forget

от·
If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days,
When you burst sun-like thro' the haze Of unacquaintance, on my sight,
And made the wet, gray day seem bright While clouds themselves grew fair to see
And since, no day i...
Читать дальше

Old

от·
I have seen peoples come and go Alike the Ocean'd ebb and flow;
I have seen kingdoms rise and fall Like springtime shadows on a wall
I have seen houses rendered great That grew from life's debased estate,
And all, all, all is change...
Читать дальше

Douglass

от·
Ah,
Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days,
Such days as thou, not even thou didst know,
When thee, the eyes of that harsh long ago Saw, salient, at the cross of devious ways,
Читать дальше

The Paradox

от·
I am the mother of sorrows,
I am the ender of grief;
I am the bud and the blossom,
I am the late-falling leaf
Читать дальше

Frederick Douglass

от·
A hush is over all the teeming lists,
And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;
A spirit brave has passed beyond the
And vapors that obscure the sun of life
Читать дальше

Confirmation

от·
He was a poet who wrote clever verses,
And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;
But his father, a practical farmer, accused him Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste
He called on his sweetheart each Saturday evening,
Читать дальше

Life

от·
Acrust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And never a laugh but the moans come double;     And that is life
Читать дальше

Night

от·
CE, and whirling worlds
Through all encircling skies
What floods come o'er the spirit's bar,
What wondrous thoughts arise
Читать дальше

If

от·
IF life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
And night had not a rhyme, —A barren, barren world were
Читать дальше

Christmas Carol

от·
Ring out, ye bells
All Nature
With gladness at the wondrous story, —          The world was at lorn,          But Christ is
To change our sadness into glory
Читать дальше

Common Things

от·
I like to hear of wealth and gold,
And El Doradoes in their glory;
I like for silks and satins bold To sweep and rustle through a story
The nightingale is sweet of song;
Читать дальше

The Made to Order Smile

от·
When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes,
And her brows are half uplifted in a nicely feigned surprise As you breathe some pretty sentence, though she hates you all the while,
She is very apt to stun you with a made to or...
Читать дальше

Hymn

от·
EN storms
And dark'ning
About me threat'ning lower,
To thee,
Читать дальше

Lifes Tragedy

от·
It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way
Читать дальше
Показать больше